There is a group of militiamen standing in the courtyard, don't think about it, they are all waiting for meat to eat, it is not easy to eat some meat these days, or dog meat that the gods can't stand on, then it is even more rare?

The fat man is a little unhappy, these militiamen are worried about dog meat, how many mouthfuls can he have left?

Officer Chen saw the stitches and did not fall behind for a moment, and was propagating the policy of resisting Japan and the Eighth Route Army with these militiamen, who had combat experience and could go to the front line immediately if they recruited a soldier.

These political propaganda, the fat man listens to the ears calloused, so tasteless, I don't want to listen to it, but the hearing is too good.

He stood up and was about to take Yumi Shinozaki, who was like a pet, to the village when he saw a woman walking in with a tiger, followed by Xiao Luo and the monkey carrying the cleaned dog meat.

This woman looks quite handsome in her twenties, wearing a gray homespun cloth shirt and pants, combing two hemp flower braids, and the two braids are dangling when she walks.

He didn't think it was good, it seemed that more and more people were robbing him of this dog meat, no, he couldn't leave, he had to watch.

The fat man sat back again, lit a cigarette, and monitored the pile of raw dog meat.

The braided twist took out the basin from the house, and Xiao Luo and the monkey hurriedly put the dog meat into the basin.

"Sister, this dog has been cleaned up, and I am in the shelf." Xiao Luo smiled at the twisted braid, which was his own sister.

"With a virtue with my father, I know how to eat, I won't do anything, hurry up and get out, don't get in the way of the pestle!" The twisted braid was poisonous, but he began to roll up his sleeves and took out two packets of things from his pocket.

When you open it, one packet is the seasoned spices of sand ginger, star anise, orange peel, and the other is salt.

As soon as the fat man saw it, he knew that Twist Braid was an expert in making dog meat, and he was relieved.

"After a while, the head of the third regiment will come to the house as a guest, if you want to enlist in the army, you have to be smart, don't embarrass your sister. It's a regular army that fights devils, and it's better than being a militia. The braids continued to count down his brother.

When the fat man heard this, he was dissatisfied, and someone else came? Isn't this robbing him of dog meat?

"It's not the third regiment of the head of the horse. I'm not going, I'm going to join the army, and it's also an independent regiment headed by Ma. Thinking about what happened after the surnamed Wang became the head of the third regiment, Xiao Luo's face was full of resentment: "We beat this little devil's dog, and he is not allowed to eat it." ”

When the fat man heard this, he laughed. has a good impression of Xiao Luo, and dares to grab dog meat and cut it with him.

"Hehehe, I said, why is your consciousness so low? Just remember that Commander Wang exchanged a few broken guns from your militia, right? "The twist braid is stuffy with dog meat, and Xiao Luo is counted at the same time.

"He, the head of the king, is fighting little devils, let's fight little devils, isn't we fighting little devils?" Xiao Luo usually doesn't dare to contradict his sister, who has been cooking for him since he was a child, but when he thinks of the gun, he can't calm down.

When the head of the Ma regiment was in the old third regiment, in order to support the local anti-Japanese armed forces, he sent ten Hanyang to the militia. Three barge guns.

As soon as Commander Ma left, Commander Wang came, saying that in order to expand the number of soldiers, the weapons of the Eighth Route Army were not enough, and he took four old sleeves to exchange them for the barge guns and Hanyang-made in the hands of the militia.

It was Lao Luo who argued with reason, and Commander Wang left a handful for the militia, and the rest was all collected.

Four-rod old sleeve for nine-pole Hanyang-made and two barge guns, the gas of these militiamen can be level? Xiao Luo's qi can be flat?

It's light not to see Captain Wang, and it's polite not to blast out of the house. I still want to eat our dog meat, no way!

"Of course, the revolutionary division of labor does not distinguish between high and low, not to mention that our militia is not bad at fighting devils!" The fat man interjected.

"More than 20 of our militia have done more than 60 little devils. If he is the head of the group, if he can do a big team, if he can win, he can eat our dog meat, no, where did he come from, where did he go back. Don't worry about this dog meat! ”

It is always said that the fat man is a thought, not too many people are allowed to share his dog meat, or the rest of the dog meat is not enough for him to stuff between his teeth.

"It's up to you?" Twist braids only then saw the fat man sitting on the stone pier, and there was a woman next to him, how do you look like a good person, how do you look weird, Zou Mei.

"Sister, Brother Liu is right, my father is also involved in this matter, if you don't believe it, ask your father to go, and your father will never lie to you." As soon as the fat man spoke, Xiao Luo's chest straightened.

That's right, let's lower the requirements, don't be one-on-two, let him lead the old third regiment two-to-one, and try to do a big team of little devils.

"What does he do?" Twist Braids didn't go to verify this matter, she knew that her brother wouldn't dare to lie to her in this kind of thing, but this fat man didn't look like a good person, so she asked Xiao Luo.

"You said Brother Liu, I'm ...... I really think it's the Eighth Route Army, the person from the head of Ma. "The fat man never said his identity, and Xiao Luo didn't know either.

Xiao Luo saw that Officer Chen was the Eighth Route Army, and heard Lao Luo say that a team of the head of Ma wanted to do something and let them assist, but even Lao Luo didn't know the specifics.

"You're the Eighth Route Army?" The twisted braid tilted his head and asked the fat man.

"The fat man is a bandit in Qingzhou." The fat man wanted to say "flying army", but when he thought about it, he still felt that the bandits were enjoyable, and the bandits who robbed the little devils.

The girl with braids was stunned, Xiao Luo was stunned, the militia present were also stunned, and even Yumi Shinozaki, who was waiting quietly next to her, was also stunned, this person who caught himself was actually a bandit? She felt that she was too miserable and was caught by the bandits.

The only thing that was not stunned was Officer Chen, he was smiling bitterly, what kind of temperament did the fat man have, after getting along for a while, he had already seen the probability, he had a hunch, if the head of the Wang regiment did not come, it would be enough, if he came, then ask for more blessings.

"Brother Liu, how can you be a bandit?" Xiao Luo didn't believe his ears, although this fat man is not like a good person, but he is not ambiguous about fighting devils, and he has the ability to do everything, and their militia can annihilate more than 60 little devils, and their hearts are like mirrors, all of which are the credit of this fat man.

"Why can't the fat man be a bandit?" The fat man asked Xiao Luo with a smile.

"Uh...... yes, why can't it be bandits? Xiao Luo couldn't figure out this question, so he felt that it was a pity.

No wonder, the twist braid was enlightened, no wonder at first glance I felt that this fat man was not a good person.

"He's a bandit." At this time, Lao Luo came out of the house and defined the fat man in one sentence, isn't it possible for bandits to sleep with the little ghost spies? It's all banditry.

There are regrets, sighs, and helplessness in the yard.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open, and a big man wearing the uniform of the Eighth Route Army led the guards.

"Haha, I said Lao Luo, you are too inauthentic, and you don't call Lao Tzu when you eat dog meat, if it weren't for Lan Meizi telling Lao Tzu, I'm afraid that Lao Tzu won't even be able to eat the hair in this dog meat!" (To be continued.) Jay looks:

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